action;
[well you're just sleeping right on my bed]
[Rion stares down at him, his mind filled with a blank, numb fuzziness. it's his own body, twisted in that dumb pose, wracked with toxicity, thin and brittle, wrapped strangely in weird clothes, ribby and suffering. but Cain's expression is peaceful, without nervous sneering or miserable scowling, and like that, without making any expression, Cain looks like Rion most of all.
Rion sits by his bed, holding his head, elbows against his thighs as he stares at the ground and tries to think about things. about being a Galerian, about being Rion, about being Cain's "Abel", about what any of that even means.
and he thinks about how it's unfair, that it's so sad, and he lifts his head, eyes closing with a heavy sigh. his head hits the wooden side panel of his bedframe, and he stays like that for a long time. eventually, he stands, and with heavy, sleepy staggers, he falls onto the bed beside Cain, resolving to kick off his boots, take off his dumb collar, and just give his brain a break.
he finds that he very much likes sleeping, and it comes to him quickly, falling into a heavy slumber, back on top of his blankets.]